the real world: this is the end edition


“I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity and her flaming self-respect and it’s these things I’d believe in even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn’t all that she should be. But of course the real reason is that I love her and that’s the beginning and end of everything.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald

anonymous asked:

if you dont mind but do you know any good ereri fics on ao3? im deprived rn lmao

Of course! I don’t know if you’ve read some of these so I’ll put as many as I can! Enjoy!

I Heard You Talking by screwtodayimsleeping


Levi is a prissy History teacher, who insists on everything being orderly, clean, and on time.
Eren is an outgoing, fun-loving English teacher who every student loves.
Oh, and they hate eachother’s guts.
So naturally, the 104th class decides to get them together, by any means necessary.

1994 by Vee


Before cell phones. Before the Kardashians. Before internet porn. The year is 1994. Eren, Mikasa, and Armin, poor kids from the wrong side of the tracks, have been transferred with the rest of their neighborhood to the posh, uptown Trost High (Home of the Titans). Mikasa and Armin seem to fit in well enough, but Eren isn’t quite so lucky. Of course, most of this has to do with Eren’s personality. When he accepts a bet to lose his virginity (and actually prove that someone likes him) by the end of the semester, it’s hard for him to deny the improbability of winning. After all, the only one he seems to be talking to these days is the weirdly pretty (and just plain weird) goth working at the donut shop down the street…

Haute Couture Love by SailorHeichou


Eren Jaeger is sharp, determined and hard working but doesn’t consider himself beautiful or good looking in the least. When he lands his dream job, working at Survey Corp Publications as the Executive Assistant to a high-end Fashion magazine’s Editor-in-Chief, his life is turned Topsy-Turvy. All he wants to do is work hard to become an Editor, but his boss Levi seems keen on making his life a living hell.Levi is a notorious playboy who gets what he wants both in and out of the bedroom. As Editer-in-Chief of New York’s best selling high-end Fashion Magazine, Levi is forced to work with an overly determined, hot-headed brat with a rat’s nest for hair and the most incredible eyes he’s ever seen and it’s all because of Erwin Smith.

Phantom by Lady Ackerman


Real World AU. Eren Jaeger seems to have the good life. He just got into Rose University, Heaven for a Photographer, and his horribly absent Father is completely out of his life. But on Eren’s first day of University, he is given a project by his professor. Use all three art forms to prove your talent but theirs a catch. It has to be based on the musical run by the Drama Department, ‘Phantom of the Opera’. It’s not much of a problem until he end up with the senior ‘Phantom’ himself, Levi Ackerman. With time, they get closer and closer until they realize that their future is in jeopardy. Are you Ready?

Extra Pepperoni by hikarimitsuko


Eren, 17, student. Not gay, definitely not gay (at least that’s what he says). Known as “The fuck-up” has to work every night of his god damn life to deliver pizza in an attempt to make enough money for him and Mikasa to get by on their own since their dad abandoned them. The shitty tiny apartment is what he calls his hell hole. He hates school, he hates work, he hates his life but he wants to make it better some day. One particular night, a customer calls a couple of minutes before the Pizzeria closes to place an order. Eren is pissed off, to say the least. Until that stranger opens the door of his house and grabs him by the shirt.

Love.exe by myoue


All Levi wants to do is drink tea, run his goddamn convenience store, and not have to deal with this kid who keeps coming in to leech his wifi bringing down high-end corporations.

Street Brat by Monsoon


Having been on the streets with his sister from a young age, Eren is used to skirting around the law to get by. He’d long since discarded any childhood dreams of joining the Survey Corps; his focus now was to help provide for and protect Mikasa, her son, and the secret that could very well get them killed. He was doing just fine after joining a street gang, until of course fate decided to literally fling him straight into the line of sight of the one man with a reputation for hunting down criminals like himself; Captain Levi of the Survey Corps.

Undercover Lover by SimplyTsundere


FBI Agent Eren Jaeger goes undercover into The Legion, a notorious group running drugs through the city of New Orleans, to avenge the death of his best friend and partner. How will his life change when he realizes that sometimes things aren’t always as black and white as they seem?

Red Heat by scienefictioness 

(still haven’t read it but I know it’s amazing)


Eren is one of the few Alphas who go into rut without the presence of an Omega in heat nearby, and after suppressing it for nearly two years, the drugs are no longer working. As a last resort he heads to an Omega refuge, hoping to find a suitable, but temporary, mate. When he finds one lost in a fatal 'red heat’, he’ll do whatever it takes to ease his suffering.

When Levi’s fist sounded out against the wood, the Alpha did not open it right away. Leaned into it, pressing his forehead against the smooth surface. Felt the pull of the Omega on the other side, just as he had that first day in the shelter. A whole new kind of gravity that tugged him not down to the earth but straight towards Levi. The laws of the universe shifting to bring them closer together, and Eren could not resist their inevitability.

The Reason Why I Smile by Kurokitty


Levi had planned to spend his summer vacation before 5th grade reading and quietly doing chores outside at his uncle Kenny’s house. That is, until the boy with the most beautiful teal eyes Levi has ever seen moved in across the street and wanted to be his friend.

roommate headcanons (part 1)

post-series au thing in which all the key kids live happily ever after together, bc why not :)

- Kairi is (unintentionally?) the loudest roommate. It’s not that she means to be– she’s just, well, kind of a mess sometimes. Be it dropping things, slamming doors/cabinets by accident, tripping over some poorly-placed object, or swearing up a storm after smashing the ish out of her funnybone, she has a tendency to be on the noisy side. Sora gets second place in this category, followed closely by Lea.

- Roxas loathes this aspect of living with other people because he’s a light sleeper and is easily disturbed by the noise factor. What makes it even worse is that he’s a night owl, so he’ll be trying to sleep in while most of the others are already up & about for the day (which usually doesn’t work out very well). Poor boy is continuously sleep deprived– until he gets himself some heavy duty earplugs– but even that only sort of helps.

- Ven is an awesome interior designer! He has an innate sense of which shapes & colors pair well together. Riku does, too, but he doesn’t care enough to partake in the home furnishing process beyond what’s functionally necessary. He will, however, give his honest opinion about how something looks if you ask him– and this extends to outfits, hairstyles, etc. Actually, Riku will give you his honest opinion on almost anything, so ask at your own risk.

- Aqua & Namine also have a penchant for decorating. Aqua’s style is more traditional/home-y while Namine’s is an eclectic blend of minimalist & bohemian. With Aqua’s eye for detail and Namine’s artistic flair, the two of them are responsible for most of the ‘finishing touches’ around their shared living space.

- They have a big u-shape sectional sofa, and Lea will (try to) monopolize the chaise part of it every time. If anyone complains, he just says it’s only fair he gets that seat because he’s the tallest; sitting in one of the regular seats is uncomfortable for him, his legs being so long and all. And he’ll swear up & down he’s taller than Terra by like a fraction of an inch, hair not included, so.

- Terra might wrestle him for it, though, on occasion. And win. Unless Lea goes for an underhanded cheap shot– which, no, he’s absolutely not above using– because Terra putting you in a headlock qualifies as a life or death situation, man. ANYTHING goes

- Kairi isn’t afraid to wrestle Lea for it, either, but most of the time she prefers to employ a more strategic type of warfare. One highly effective tactic is to occupy the seat closest to Lea, then inch closer & closer to him until she’s pretty much sprawled out on top of him, at which point he either falls off the couch or gets uncomfortable/claustrophobic enough to move. Honestly, it isn’t even about getting the good spot; she just enjoys pushing Lea’s buttons sometimes. And, unfortunately for him, she’s really good at it.

- SORA. IS. THE MESSIEST. ROOMMATE. They all love him to death, but it’s true. o.o 

- Riku & Aqua are hands down the best chefs (but Xion’s getting there, too!). Riku enjoys creating elaborate gourmet dinners while Aqua prefers baking & desserts. Xion likes to hang out in the kitchen while one or both of them are at work to watch & learn… Annnnddd she gets to be their unofficial taste-tester, which is always a plus. :) 

- They have a family cat and three dogs, thanks to Terra, who seems to be a magnet for stray animals. Aqua & he have a routine of taking the dogs out for a run in the evenings. Terra got tangled up in the leashes so bad one time and fell, hard– gracelessly pulling two squirmy, tail-wagging, face-licking dogs on top of him. Aqua, of course, rushed to help unravel their mess of a pile– but, try as she might, she couldn’t stop laughing, which greatly detracted from her wide-eyed, alarm-ridden “ARE YOU OKAY?!”

- The cat has adopted Riku as its favorite human.

- Namine loves to create personalized ‘have a great day!’ notes (complete with motivational messages & cute doodles) for her roomies, and leave them taped to their bedroom doors or the fridge or wherever else they might easily find them. Roxas saves each and every one of his Nami-notes in a shoebox he has stashed away in his closet. 

- Ven & Sora have an ongoing, elaborate prank war with one another. Eventually, after one too many stalemates, they both decide to call it a truce– and come to the realization that, if they join forces, they can get their other housemates so, so good. And thus, a second prank war begins. Terra’s probably their most frequent (unsuspecting) victim, but poor Roxas gets it pretty bad, too.

- family game night –> Aqua & Roxas are total agents of subterfuge & are very skilled at outsmarting the others– when they team up they’re pretty much unstoppable, much to the dismay of everyone else; Namine gets lucky a lot (and subsequently feels bad for the person she ends up schooling); Riku is infamous for playing lowkey most of the game– and then unleashing an ultimate deathblow that almost nobody saw coming; Xion has the best poker face; Terra has the worst poker face; Lea definitely probably maybe cheats from time to time; Ven’s a distract-them-until-they-can’t-think-straight-and-mess-up-royally type of player; Sora’s the one most likely to ‘forget’ the rules (or make up his own halfway through the game); Kairi somehow always ends up as the unofficial moderator who has to keep everyone else in line. ◔_◔

outline writing (ex: basic five-paragraph essay)

so i start with the most basic elements

  1. introduction
  2. body paragraph
  3. body paragraph
  4. body paragraph
  5. conclusion

and then add the parts that each of them are made up of (obviously, this isn’t the perfect format for an essay, and the conclusion especially could be totally different depending on your style of writing and what you’re going for. this is just an example)

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There in the shambles of a war
I found what I was looking for
Saigon was crazed, but she was real
And for one moment, I could feel
I saw a world I never knew
And through her eyes I suffered too
In spite of all the things that were

I started to believe in her

limitless list of loved literature 
➥ready player one by ernest cline 

“I created the OASIS because I never felt at home in the real world. I didn’t know how to connect with the people there. I was afraid, for all of my life, right up until I knew it was ending. That was when I realized, as terrifying and painful as reality can be, it’s also the only place where you can find true happiness. Because reality is real.”

Gotta Love Toy Story 3′s Concept Art

As you’ve probably come to know, I’m pretty enthusiastic about the Toy Story franchise. In fact, Toy Story 3 is my favorite film of all time. 

With that said, I have a bunch of memorabilia from the 3rd installment, including the Art of Toy Story 3 book. It includes a ton of incredible pieces, but there’s one that I simply can’t get enough of. 

The piece of Woody tossing the tennis ball in the air while lounging on Andy’s bed is my favorite piece in the book. Beautifully imagined by Toy Story 3 Color and Lighting Art Director, Dice Tsutsumi, the piece captures a ton of emotion.

Waiting. Waiting. And more waiting. Woody’s been awaiting another playtime with Andy for years. And what does he do while waiting to be played with? Plays with a tennis ball. Fantastic. Not only does it show how Woody copes with the distance from Andy, but this piece also shows that Woody’s been doing some thinking. “Will I–will we–ever get played with again…or is this the end?”

 I love this piece so much that I decided to re-imagine it in real life. 

“What matters is that we’re here for Andy when he needs us. That’s what we’re made for, right?”

I didn’t even bother to read the article that would clearly make me want to vomit, but I’m laughing because of the precise timing of this article. It’s a joke, a clear publicity move, and also kind of sad. Daisy has been out in full force lately, with his Colfur joke, the Tony’s known as the gayest program on TV, very little of the Smurf a.k.a. ratchet since the beginning of the show, etc.

Publicists’ jobs, amongst containing celebrity secrets, is to schedule them for every single interview that they have, big or small. Same goes for specific topics to talk about or not to talk about. A publicists job goes down to the detail. This detail at this moment was clearly planned and clearly rehearsed. A publicist version of “no Homo”. Ever notice how, in written articles, Darren seems to overcompensate/exaggerate his straightness, talking about sexy women he checks out, thinking women are sexy without makeup, and he sounds like a ladies man and a bit misogynistic? That is a touchdown for a publicist. But when he is interviewed  on video, he either doesn’t talk about it at all or answers respectfully. Remember when he used to say that what he found sexy was someone smart? So ratchet doesn’t show up after the PR kiss for a while, and Daisy does his thing. Then PR reads  social media, schedules a couple of “I’m super straight, women are sexy, especially my girlfriend who I literally never used to talk about personally like ever until this moment when the idea of me being straight is a big joke even to me” articles( which could be edited to the publicist’s needs, and the publicist could even add stuff that Darren didn’t say because who will know when it’s in print?)

So once again, here we are, totally not buying it, and the other shippers saying it’s because we are delusional and “why wouldn’t he talk about his girlfriend when he wants to?” Like it’s that simple, like Hollywood is the real world where celebrities get to do and say whatever they please  and they are hiding nothing and they are totally perfect ( until they “surprisingly” end up in rehab or jail because “they seemed like such a good person” when nothing is as it seems in the business). Why are we the delusional ones when we are the ones who are vastly informed about how the media and publicity works, but they are the smart ones for taking this joke of a relationship at face value when there are more holes in it than the movie inception? 

It’s going to be so awkward if Darren ever decides to come out. And by if, I mean, does being in the closet right now bother him enough that he is willing to risk the inevitable repercussions it will have on his acting and music career? Or should he, as his publicists are probably urging him, willing to wait another five years or so, beef up his resume, and wait until Hollywood is more accepting of gay celebrities, so that when he is more successful five years from now, the risk is not as great and the consequences aren’t as harsh? From a business standpoint, this is why they do what they do.

Just Look To The Stars *Wanda Maximoff x Reader*

Originally posted by loveuntillwebleedxoxoxox

(Requested by herokenz) Got another request for you! Wanda/Reader. Wanda’s struggling over Pietro’s death, and she copes by retreating to a library she finds to immerse herself in fictional worlds so she doesn’t have to deal with the real one. The reader is a librarian there that reads stories out loud to children, mostly with ridiculous voices. Wanda finds herself being drawn to the reader after hearing her read to the children and they slowly develop a relationship. Happy ending as usual, please. :)
Warnings: Pietro’s dead, swearing and slight fluff
Admin’s Note: Requests are still open for various things like; ships, imagines, picture imagines and one shots. Sorry if my writing has been of, or something hasn’t been edited properly, just my friend has ditched me for her boyfriend. My best friend also but it sparked the writer in me, and I have a few ideas for some one-shots because of it.  Also The Hobbit is a children’s book, my dad used to read it to me as a child, then when I was a teenager he gave me The Lord of The Rings to read.

Wanda was officially the last Maximoff left. Pietro died during the battle against Ultron and it left her feeling torn apart from the inside out. On one side her life has extremely gotten better but yet she couldn’t help but think back to before; at least she had her brother, her annoying, stupid yet oddly enduring brother with her. 

Now she has nothing, she’s classed as an Avenger but is the title worth it? Is being a hero worth it when her brother, the only person who never called her ‘weird or freak’ and the person who never feared her was… dead. It just didn’t seem real to her. 

This felt like her worst nightmare, her fear, being alone. At least when she was using her powers on the Avengers it was all just an illusion to them, Wanda physically sat down and tried to make it go away but no matter how hard she tried, this was her reality: her worst nightmare became her reality. 

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Yes I am one of the fans of Yuri on Ice that has moved on to killing stalking why cause it’s so romantically twisted. The only reason why I say “romantically” is just because of their sexual tension and their actions and I sadly ship them together but I understand that in the real world and I know shit like this happens that there is abusive relationships that end up like this and I don’t think it’s OK but when I read something like this it’s just so twisted and so my style in its oh my gooooood fuck ME UPPPP! But I don’t get it how people from Yuri on ice compare that anime to killing stalking because it’s two different things like yeah they’re both gay but the fuck? no killing stalking is about murder about realizing that someone made a huge mistake because of falling in love with somebody. Yuri on ice is happy and killing stalking it’s just twisted and horrible but you want to keep reading it because it’s just so thrilling and there’s so many different other mangas like this. If you don’t like the idea of killing stalking I understand the first two chapters that I read I got so freaked out I thought it was so scary and twisted and I thought how could someone write this and then I finished it completely through chapter 13 and I was so so so deep in the hole of killing stalking and I can’t get up at all so I’m basically YoonBum


Hello everybody!  So I have a bit of writer’s block on ‘Blood in the Water’ and a few other stories that I have neglected for YEARS because I got so into this world.  While I am still writing my Teen Wolf fanfiction, the next chapter might be a bit further out than usual.  However, I’m giving you guys a little something to compensate!  I’m working on some flash-forwards so you can see Charlie and Stiles after high school, as they get older and develop in the real world.  They will not necessarily occur in chronological order—it’s just snippets of their life together (with appearances by friends and family).  This first one is going to be a two-parter, the next half being released some time next week.  Please read, enjoy, and comment!


(I’m still sleep deprived so I might edit again)


Kind of Perfect - A Hospital Room Scene


“Ow, ow, ow, ow, fucking ow!”

Over eight hours in, and she still felt like the end was nowhere in sight.  She should have gone for a C-section.  Why the hell wouldn’t she go for a C-section?  It was freaking 2024 for fuck’s sake!  With the medical advances these days they could probably have C-section machines around the city like freaking ATMs.  Not that they should–that would probably lead to some terrifying mistakes and a ton of lawsuits–but it was a possibility.  It was a freaking out-patient procedure.  But no.  She had to go put her feet in those goddamn stirrups and essentially shove a watermelon out of her vagina while her doctor stared at her hooha.

The frequent exclamations of ‘ow’ blended together into one generalized shrieking noise as the contraction reached its peak. Tiny tears collected in the corners of her eyes as she squeezed them shut and her hands grasped the once crisp, now sweat-laden hospital sheets, balling the fabric up in her fists.  Then she felt something other than the blinding pain of her nether region ripping apart—a cool washcloth pressing against her forehead.  Her eyes flew back open and snapped to the person whose hand was holding said washcloth.  There he was.  The father of the tiny monster clawing its way out of her.  Stiles smiled down at her, his eyes filled with happiness, love, and all that shit they were supposed to be filled with.  Screw that.  Screw happiness and love.  She glared back, her eyes spitting fire.

“You did this to me, you asshole!” she growled.  “I hate you!  I am going to crazy murder you!  I’m going to gouge out your eyes with an ice cream scoop and then I’m going to feed them to a bucket of maggots!  I’m going to yank out your teeth and string them together like a pearl necklace!  I’m going to chop your balls off so you can never do this to me again!”

Stiles just stared down at her, completely unfazed. And for some reason that pissed her off.  “That’s it, pookie bear,” he said, a wry smile on his face as he patted her on the head.  “Just let it out.”

“I am going to break your face!”

Given the look that Charlie was getting from the nurse, her curses had crossed the threshold of normal labor pain-induced anger and meandered into the borderline psycho territory.  But despite those judgmental glances, Gladys and her stupid salmon colored scrubs didn’t know the half of it.  What they heard were some of the tamest, least graphic forms of verbal abuse she had in her arsenal.  She kept the other ones to herself given that there may have been a slight chance that that wide-eyed old harpy might contact family services and declare her an unfit mother.  So in the meantime she would just hold her tongue and catch her breath.

Unfortunately, she didn’t get much of a break.  Oh, shit.  Here it came.  The tearing pain.

“Alright,” Dr. Carleton—the resident OB/GYN—announced, her head hidden somewhere behind the cloth covering Charlie’s propped up legs.  “It looks like another contraction.”

“Yeah, no shit!” Charlie shouted through teeth clenched so tightly she was surprised they didn’t shatter.  Pain rippled through her, making all of her muscles physically shake.  “I need more drugs.  The ones you gave me aren’t working.”

“It’s too late to increase the strength of your epidural,” Dr. Carleton explained calmly, her head coming into view.  She somehow managed to remain unsurprised by the look of sheer, unmitigated rage on Charlie’s face, and offered up some completely useless advice.  “Ice chips can help.”

Charlie couldn’t find the air to breathe, but somehow managed to find enough to yell.  “I DON’T WANT ANY MORE ICE CHIPS!”

To her right she heard a subtle clearing of the throat, giving her the impression she was about to be betrayed.  She glowered up at Stiles, watching as the hand not holding hers was raised in the air like they were back in high school and he was asking for a hall pass.  “Um, can I get some drugs?” he said in a voice that was only about 75% humorous.  “The way she’s gripping my hand, I’m pretty sure she’s shattered like….all my metacarpals.”  He leaned towards her, whispering out of the corner of his mouth.  “Don’t worry, I’ll  totally share.”

Immediately, Stiles turned towards her, grinning stupidly and holding up a hand for a high-five.  His grin, however, faltered when he saw the scowl etched into her face as if it was made of stone.  A deep, animalistic growl emanated from Charlie’s throat as she glowered at him.  Stiles swallowed heavily and slowly withdrew his hand from the air.  “R—right.  Not the time.”  That hand went back to smoothing back the sweaty, flyaway hairs out of her face.  “You look beautiful.”


Once again, her words turned into a pained cry as she pushed through the contraction.  She kept counting down from ten, promising herself it would be over by the time she his zero.  It was true the twelfth time.  When the contraction finally released, she collapsed back against the scratchy hospital pillows, red-faced, out of breath, and her chest heaving from the effort.  Her entire body felt heavy, like it was made of lead.  She couldn’t lift her her head–hell, she could barely wiggle a pinky.  When Dr. Carleton spoke, Charlie felt like the words were coming from far away.  Like miles away.

“Alright, Charlotte,” she announced in what was probably a well practiced ‘soothing yet stern’ tone.  “Your contractions are under a minute apart.  The baby should be coming soon.”

“Really?!” Stiles demanded, an almost gleeful tone in his voice.  “Like how soon?”

The doctor said something innocuously optimistic.  For the life of her Charlie could not hear what it was, but Stiles looked so damn excited.  Charlie didn’t have the energy to look excited.  Or to speak.  Or even to whisper the words ‘fucking finally’ that floated through her mind.  Hell, she didn’t even have the energy to cry.  She just lay back, staring blankly at the ceiling and gasping for breath.  The hand holding hers tightened its grip and pulled it upwards, off the bed where it lay limply.  Charlie glanced up at Stiles to see him lift her hand to his face, pressing a kiss against the back of her hand. His lower lip seemed to be trembling slightly and his eyes were shining in the fluorescent lighting.  He was almost crying.

In that moment, the pain and exhaustion faded and the cold sweat covering her was rendered irrelevant by the feeling of warmth that was lit in her chest.  Her lips twitched to form a weak smile and she squeezed his hand back, making him look at her.  Her mouth was dry and sticky from mild dehydration, but she managed to get her lips to silently for the words ‘I love you’.  Immediately, Stiles dropped down so that he was crouching and rested his chin on the edge of the bed, his face was inches away from hers.  “It’s idiotic how much I love you.”

Charlie exhaled sharply—the closest thing to a laugh she had seen since the contractions were about six minutes apart.  She reached over and cupped the side of his face, letting her thumb brush against his cheek and her fingertips brush through his hair.  “I know,” she whispered back, looking at him pointedly.  “You are an idiot.”

“Hey, you’re the one that married me,” Stiles retorted, fiddling with the gold band around his finger like he always did when he was nervous.  “Which one of us is the bigger idiot?”

“You are,” she replied easily.  “The answer to that question is always going to be you.”

The light in Stiles’s eyes got a little brighter as the soft smile turned into a giant grin.  He surged forwards, closing the distance between them and pressing a kiss to her lips that somehow managed to be rough and gentle all at once.  When he pulled back, his hand darted to his face, wiping away the few small tears that leaked from the corners of his eyes.  Charlie leaned forwards slightly, pressing their foreheads together.  “Stiles,” she whispered quietly.  “I want you to promise me something.”

He gave a small nod, his eyes never leaving hers.  “Whatever you want.”

“Listen to me very carefully,” she replied, her green eyes boring into his brown ones.  “When this is all over, you’re getting me curly fries.  The saltiest, least healthy ones you can find.”

Stiles exhaled sharply in something like a laugh, lifting his head to press a quick kiss against her clammy forehead before staring back at her meaningfully.  “Charlie, after this I will get you all of the curly fries.  Every last one.  I will fight Ronald McDonald to get you curly fries.”

“They don’t sell curly fries at McDonald’s.  They only sell regular fries there.”

Letting out a groan, Stiles rolled his eyes heavily.  “What’s with you and the semantic arguments?  You’re in labor!  Give it a rest while you’re bringing our child into the world and appreciate the fact that I would fight a clown for you!”

Charlie grinned back widely in the face of his frustration, but that grin quickly morphed into a grimace as it started again.  Instinctively, her back lifted off the bed as she curled inwards, her muscles clenching horrifically.  In that moment she decided she was really freaking bitter about all those Lamaze and parenting classes she dumped money on, because apparently they did not prepare you at all.  Suddenly, she felt something solid behind her.  Glancing over her shoulder she saw Stiles sitting there, propping her up and perching his head on her shoulder.  “O—okay,” he stammered out in a panic, the imminence of everything finally getting to him.  “Alright, um….so just—just do the breathing thing that lady with the healing crystals talked about in the class we thought was stupid.  You know the quick, short breaths thing?  Heh, heh—”

“Stiles, I know how to breathe!”

“Okay,” Dr. Carleton’s voice interrupted. “It looks like the baby is about to crown.  I’m going to need one big push.”

Oh, crap.  Oh, crap.  Here it came.  “Aaaaah!”   Charlie began to scream again.  Only this time, Stiles was screaming right along with her.  The room was filled with their joint screams echoing against the walls and probably scaring the crap out of whoever it was occupying the room next door.  The loud wailing lasted until all of the air had been forced out of lungs, leaving her deflated and gasping for breath. “Oh my God!” she cried out, her face scrunched up with effort as she continued to push.  “How the hell is its head this big?!”

“That’s a good sign!” Stiles stammered out in a voice that went past hopeful into the realm of manic.  “That means she’s going to become super-smart!  She’ll be the next Steve Jobs, invent some crucial piece of technology, get rich, and then support us for the rest of our lives.  We’ll retire when we’re like 45.”


“Or maybe she’ll be and aeronautical engineer!” he barreled on.  “She could totally build the Millenium Falcon!”

“Stiles!” Charlie shouted.  “Not helping!”

“Wha—oh, right.  Breathe.  Heh, heh—”

Twenty minutes.  That’s how much longer it took.  Twenty more minutes of pain, exhaustion, more than a little bit of swearing, a few more threats to Stiles’s manhood, and it was all over.  The whole experience was excruciatingly painful and not particularly dignified.  The low moment probably rolled out around the time Stiles started shouting out lacrosse metaphors in the last few minutes of the process.  Something for which she was obligated to elbow him in the stomach.  Hard.  Her head was spinning and at one point she thought she might actually pass out, but somewhere in the haze she could hear the sound of someone crying out.  Someone that wasn’t her or Stiles.

Her body went slack and collapsed back against Stiles, its job finally done.  He was whispering something in her ear in between soft kisses covering her cheek and the column of her neck.  But for the life of her she couldn’t understand what he was saying.  The words were too rushed and she was too dazed.  What she did hear, though, was the voice of Dr. Carleton asking him if he wanted to cut the umbilical cord.  That calm, reasonable voice that almost made her sound like the automated voicemail lady.  A few moments later Charlie felt herself being slowly lowered down to the mattress as Stiles stood up from his spot on the bed, pressing one last kiss on her cheek.

She should have felt different, right?  She should feel like she was a mother.  She was a mother.  Everything was different now—she had become something different.  But all she felt was tired.  Collapsed back on the mattress as she was, she might as well have been melting into the formerly overly starched sheets.  It might as well have been physically impossible at this point, but Charlie removed her feet from the stirrups—with a little help from Gladys the nurse, admittedly—and pushed herself up on her elbows to see what was going on.  

Everybody had moved away from the bed now.  Stiles, Dr. Carleton, Gladys the nurse—they were all huddled in a corner with what looked like a ball of blankets.  Or at least that’s all she saw.  Stiles was staring down at that plushy pink blanket with a strange expression of fear and awe.  He turned to look in her direction.  She couldn’t tell if it was a smile or a grimace on his face.  “Oh my God, Charlie, she’s so beautiful, but I swear right now it looks like our baby is covered in ectoplasm or something.”

“Don’t cross the streams,” she said with a weak smile, craning her head to get a better look.

But Stiles didn’t seem to hear her.  In fact, he didn’t seem to hear anything.  At all.  The nurse placed that small bundle of pink blankets and he was looking down at it like he had seen the face of God.  Dr. Carleton and Gladys quietly excused themselves, leaving Charlie and Stiles alone in the room with one other tiny human person.  One other person she hadn’t actually met yet.  It—she had been growing inside her for the past eight months—she had felt her kick, turn, and hiccup for two solid hours—but she had never met that tiny little girl.  She had only imagined her.  From her smell to the feeling of that tiny hand clamping around her finger, she had imagined her.  And as it stood now, the anticipation was scaring the crap out of her.

Stiles slowly walked back towards her, his eyes never leaving that small bundle in his arms.  He came to a stop in front of the bed, lowering himself so that he was sitting next to her.  A tiny little creature shifted inside, and Charlie sucked in a breath.   The face surrounded by those blankets was perfect.  Eyes still swollen shut, raw, pink skin, the lightest dusting of brown hair on that mostly bald head, and damn it if it wasn’t the most beautiful thing she had ever seen in her entire life.

“So,” Stiles mumbled quietly from next to her.  “This is our daughter.  We have a daughter now.”

“Yeah,” Charlie whispered, the word coming out so quietly it probably sounded more like a sigh.  She glanced between Stiles and their little girl.  He was staring down at her like she was the sun, complete with watering eyes, and looking like he had no intention of letting her go.  Gently, Charlie placed a hand on his arm.  “I think it’s my turn now.”

Stiles’s arms instinctively tightened around the baby, shooting her a sidelong glance.  “Just a few more seconds.”


He let out a sulky groan, letting his head sag down on his shoulders.   He peeked back up at her through narrowed eyes, but sighed in assent.  “Fine,” he muttered quietly.  Stiles shifted from the bed, instead kneeling in front of Charlie.  Slowly, he eased the bundle into Charlie’s arms and stepped back.

Those harsh fluorescents seemed to dim, replaced instead by a warm light.  Everything stopped.  The voice on the intercom faded away, the footsteps disappeared, the world stopped turning—it was just her and that tiny little human.  That tiny, perfect little girl.  Reaching out a single finger, she traced along the cheek.  It was so unbelievably soft.  Charlie’s chest seized up, and it was enough to make her realize that her heart didn’t belong in her chest anymore.  It was beating inside the girl wrapped in her arms.  “Hi there,” she whispered.  “I’m your mom.  And I’m going to love you so much you’re not even going to go through a rebellious teenage phase.”

Charlie could have gone on staring forever, but one distinctive sound managed to force its way through her reverie.  A loud, mechanical click.  Her head snapped around towards the source of the noise only to find Stiles standing there, Polaroid camera in one hand, that small, square photo in the other.  “Couldn’t wait till I brushed my hair?” she grumbled drolly.

Stiles gave an unapologetic shrug.  “Nope.”  He walked back over to the bed, plopping down and swinging his legs onto the mattress.  An arm circled around her middle pulling her closer to him so her back was pressed against his chest.  In that moment she felt three heartbeats—hers, Stiles’s, and their baby’s.  She was pretty sure there was nothing in the world that could top that.

“Can you believe we made that?” Stiles whispered, perching his head on Charlie’s shoulder.  Reaching out, he gently tapped a finger on that button nose, and the baby shifted in her blanket, smacking her lips slightly.  He let out a contented sigh, pressing her lips against Charlie’s temple before pulling her closer to him.  “Thank God she’s got your nose.”

Charlie’s eyebrows pulled together in a frown and she glanced up at him over her shoulder.  “What’s wrong with your nose?”

“Nothing,” he replied casually.  “Yours just crinkles in this super-adorable way when you get mad, and I believe that that should be preserved for posterity.  Why do you think I try to annoy you all the time?”

Charlie rolled her eyes and elbowed him in the stomach.  “You don’t have to try and annoy me.  My annoyance is just a reasonable reaction to the stupid shit you do.”

“We have the best baby in the world,” Stiles barreled on, ignoring her quip.  “And I mean the absolute best one.  They’ve got to have competitions for that.  Hell, curling is an official Olympic sport, so they must have some best baby award. And ours totally wins.”

“You bet your well-sculpted ass she does,” Charlie grinned back.  

Managing to wrench her eyes away from her daughter, Charlie twisted around to face him.  His eyes were crinkled at the corners from smiling and there was a warmth behind them.  They could be in the middle of a blizzard, and when he looked at her like that she wouldn’t feel cold at all.  Her eyes flickered down to his lips for a moment before returning to his, but once they did the expression in Stiles’s eyes had changed slightly.  That light was still there, but the look was harder, more intense.  The two of them collided, Stiles’s hand winding into her hair as their lips moved together.  It was only a few moments, though, before the baby stirred in Charlie’s arms and forced them to separate.

The both of them turned back to their daughter and Charlie collapsed backwards, allowing Stiles to take her weight.  “You know we’re going to have to decide on a name for her now,” she mumbled.  “We were supposed to have an extra month for that.”

“We can talk about it in a little while,” Stiles whispered back.  “For now I think you need to get some sleep.  You just spent nine hours shoving a watermelon out of your vagina.”

Charlie let out a scoff and smacked him hard on the shoulder.  “Hey!  I’m the only one allowed to call it that.”

But Stiles didn’t seem to hear her.  He reached over to the bedside table, grappling around with minimal coordination before grabbing hold of something.  When he turned back towards her he was holding the Polaroid camera.  Shooting her a sly smile, he held the machine out in front of him. Charlie narrowed her eyes at him and let out a loud harrumph.  “Stiles, what are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” he shot back.  “First family selfie.”


“I’d smile if I were you,” he interrupted.  “This thing isn’t digital and you don’t want to have your first photo with your devastatingly handsome husband and gorgeous newborn baby look like Nick Nolte’s mugshot, do you?”

Charlie rolled her eyes, but leaned into him anyway.  “Should we do duck lips?”

“That is your prerogative.”

Charlie wasn’t sure why—maybe it was the exhaustion, maybe it was the dehydration—but she found that four word response inexplicably hilarious.  She all but broke down giggling, slumping against Stiles as her whole body shook. It took a few moments of him staring at her like she was a complete lunatic, but soon enough he broke down as well, leaving them both in a puddle of hysterical laughter.  Until, that is, they heard that tell-tale click.

The laughing abruptly stopped, replaced by the whirring mechanical noise coming from the camera.  They watched with an odd degree of anticipation as the thing spat out that little square photo, their eyes following it as it floated onto the knitted blanket covering her legs.  Stiles let out a grunt and threw a hand in the air in frustration.  “Well there goes that idea,” he muttered bitterly.

Frowning to herself, Charlie plucked up the photo and flipped it over to get a decent look at it.  Their girl was between them as the both of them were doubled over with laughter, wide grins plastered across their faces.  She cocked her head to the side, looking at the image carefully.  They looked like complete morons.  Happy morons.

“I don’t know.  It’s kind of perfect.”


Waaaaah!  Sorry, I just so wanted to write this so badly!  Like I said, this is part one.  Part two will have them still at the hospital and will feature guest stars Lydia, Scott, and a tiny bit of Kira.

atlas-the-tourist  asked:

Dudeeeee.... i never wanna say anything bc I'm like "maybe she's gonna think I'm weird for always saying something" BUT GIRL... the real estate poem was so good! especially the ending with the line about the speaker referring to herself as a fixer upper, that one hit me hard. and then the mere fact that u named it real estate and did a play on words! Anyway, just passing thru. Keep being excellent.

I WOULD NEVER THINK YOU WERE WEIRD FOR DROPPING IN honestly my self-esteem is nonexistent so every nice comment like this means the absolute world. & (’: thank you so so much. real-estate is one I had the idea for years ago, & only came back to & edited recently, & I’m so glad you think that it worked out❤ thank you for being so sweet.

The Last Novelization: Chapter 3 Part 3

Oh look! I updated! Yeah so, long story short, I’ve been dealing with some things in the real world for awhile, and haven’t been up for working on multi-page translation projects. But now, here it is! 

Back to feels in the next section, but as always, please do not ask me when it will be updated. I doubt I’ll need to take that long of a hiatus again, but I still cannot guarantee anything about the time frame. 

Also, I just want to note since I did get a few comments on this, in the extremely unlikely event that I end up completely dropping this, I would edit the most recent update to make a note of it and change the main page of my blog so that it wouldn’t say I’m working on it. So unless I do that, assume that I still plan on finishing it.

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“I created the OASIS because I never felt at home in the real world. I didn’t know how to connect with the people there. I was afraid, for all of my life, right up until I knew it was ending. That was when I realized, as terrifying and painful as reality can be, it’s also the only place where you can find true happiness. Because reality is real.”


In the 1990s cartoon Superman: The Animated Series, Dan Turpin was modelled on Jack Kirby and voiced by Joseph Bologna. He appears often in the early part of the series. At first highly critical of Superman, he becomes more appreciative of him after he and Superman save each other’s lives from Intergang. Turpin eventually stands up to and is killed by the alien tyrant Darkseid using his Omega Beams, in the latter half of the two-part episode «Apokolips … Now!», just before Darkseid leaves Earth. The character’s funeral was presided over by a rabbi who recited a kaddish. Out of respect for the legacy of Kirby, the character’s creator, producer Bruce Timm found a genuine religious leader for the voiceover, the cantor of a large Conservative temple in LA. He also modeled the cemetery after the real-life one where Jack Kirby is buried. Among the attendees of the fictional funeral in the original TV airing were some of Kirby’s Marvel comics creations, such as the Fantastic Four and Nick Fury, as well as the likeness of Kirby’s frequent collaborator Stan Lee (these were edited from the DVD release to avoid infringement issues with Marvel). Superman watches the funeral at a distance and delivers the words «In the end, the world didn’t need a Superman…just a brave one». The episode ends with a dedication to Kirby with the afterword «Long Live the King».

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